Grayson

"I'm only going to ask you one more fucking time...where did you go today?" I growl, pressing the large wand massager to my wife's clit.

She screams, arching off the bed, but the ropes holding her wrists and ankles to the frame keep her firmly in place. "Please...Gray," she begs, her voice cracking with desperation.

"That's not the answer I was looking for." I pull the wand away just as she's teetering on the edge of release. Her trembling body, the tears streaking ...